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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Pole,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.