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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.