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 Gabon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.