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 Mauritania 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
DJ Style,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.