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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Metal Thangz to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Franke,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.