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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.