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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.