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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.