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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.