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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.