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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Franke,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.