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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.