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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.