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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.