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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.