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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
AZ,
UT,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.