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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
June Days,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.