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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
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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.