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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.