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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Fear,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.