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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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 Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.