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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
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,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.