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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.