Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.