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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.