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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.