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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.