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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
JFA,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.