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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.