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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.