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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.