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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Monolake,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.