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 Gambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.