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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
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,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.