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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Crime,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.