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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.