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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.