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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.