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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.