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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
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,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.