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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
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,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.