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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.