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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Au Pairs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.