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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
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,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.