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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.