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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.