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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.