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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
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 Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.