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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
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,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.