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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
The Residents,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Skaos,
Chrome,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.