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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.