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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.