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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.