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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.