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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
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,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.