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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.