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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.