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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.