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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.