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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.