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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Television,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.