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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.