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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
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,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.