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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.