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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.