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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.