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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.