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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Nick Fraelich 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.