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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.