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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.