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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.