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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 B.T. Express 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.