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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.