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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
the Association,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.