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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.