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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
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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.