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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.