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 Norway 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.