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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.