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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
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,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Motorama,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.