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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.