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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.