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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
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,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Television,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.