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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.