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 Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.