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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.