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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.