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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
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,
Fear,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.