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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Franke to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.