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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.