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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.