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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
UT,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.