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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
10cc,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.