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 Georgia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.