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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.