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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.