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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
MC5,
Can,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.