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 Philippines and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.