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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.