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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
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,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.