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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Suicide,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.