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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.