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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Q65,
Faust,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.