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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and an organ 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.