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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
The Victims,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.