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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.