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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.