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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.