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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.