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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
June Days,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.