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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.