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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.