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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.