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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
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,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.