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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.