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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.