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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
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,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.