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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.