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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.