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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.