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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.