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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Can,
Magma,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.