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 Estonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
a-ha,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.