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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.