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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.