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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.