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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
The Index,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.