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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
This Heat,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.