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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.