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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the funk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
The Cure,
The Motions,
June Days,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.