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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.