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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.