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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
X-101,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.