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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.