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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.