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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.