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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
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,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.