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 Liberia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.