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 Thailand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.