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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.