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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 sitar and a guitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
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.