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 Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
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,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.