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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Television,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.