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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.