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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.