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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
the Association,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
The Names,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
DNA,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.