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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
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,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Quantec,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.