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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.