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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
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Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.