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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.