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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Audionom,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.