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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.