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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Oneida,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.