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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.