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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
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,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.