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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Television,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.