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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.