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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.