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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Wings,
MC5,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.