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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.