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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.