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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
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,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Foxx,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.