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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
PIL,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.