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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.