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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Gun Club to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.