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 Costa Rica 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.