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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
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,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.