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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Human League to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.