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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Derrick May,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.