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 Chad 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.