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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.