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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.