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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
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 Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.