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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the disco 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.