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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.