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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.