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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
Television,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.