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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Hashim,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.