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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.