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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.