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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.