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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
PIL,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.