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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
CMW,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.