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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
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,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.