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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
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.