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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 EPMD to the techno 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.