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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.