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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.