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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.