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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Technova,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.