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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Symarip to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Move,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.