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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Nico,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.