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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.