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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
cv313,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.