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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Index,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Ossler,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.