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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson 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?
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.