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 Poland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
DNA,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.