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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
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,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Swans,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.