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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 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 Cameo to the crunk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.