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 Canada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the techno 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.