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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.