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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.