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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.