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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
UT,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.