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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.