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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
AZ,
The Gories,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.