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 Burkina 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mummies,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.