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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.