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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.