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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.