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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Names to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.