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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
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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.