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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 theremin 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.