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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Nico,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
cv313,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.