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 Portugal 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
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,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.