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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Names,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Index,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.