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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
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,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.