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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Pole,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.