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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Erasure,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.