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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
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,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.