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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Nas,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.