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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.