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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
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.