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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cure,
Wings,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.