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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
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,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.