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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Fear,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.