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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 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 The Count Five 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.