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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Quantec to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.