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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
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,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Nico,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.