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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
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,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.