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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.