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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.