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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.