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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.