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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.