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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Residents 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.