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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Darondo,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.