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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Motorama,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.