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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.