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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.