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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.