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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.