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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
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 Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
X-101,
ABC,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.