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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Magma,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.