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 Japan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.