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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Television,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.