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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.