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 Dominica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Magma,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.