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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.