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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.