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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.