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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.