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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
UT,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.