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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.