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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.