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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.