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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.