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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
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,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.