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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.