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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.