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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Davy DMX to the disco 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Crime,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.