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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Slave,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.