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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.