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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.