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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.