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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.