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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Can,
cv313,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.