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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.