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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.