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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.