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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.