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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.