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 Kenya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Victims,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Fear,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.