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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.