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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.