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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.