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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
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,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.