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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Monks,
Fear,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.