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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.