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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
UT,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.