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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.