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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.