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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.