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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.