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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.