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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
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.