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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.