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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.