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 Croatia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.