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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.