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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Monks,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.