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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Monks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.