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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.