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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Urselle to the rap 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.