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 Italy and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.