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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
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,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Index,
Can,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.