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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.