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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Mr. Review 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.