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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
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,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.