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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.