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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.