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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.