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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.