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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.