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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 The Trojans to the punk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
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,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.