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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.