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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.