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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.