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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.