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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.