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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.