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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.