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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Mars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
X-101,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.