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 Morocco and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.