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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.