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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nas to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Aswad,
Index,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.