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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Index,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.