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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.