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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
The Evens,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.