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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
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,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Can,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.