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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.