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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Das Ding to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.