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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.