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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Monolake,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.