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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
UT,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.