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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
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,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.