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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.