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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
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,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
DNA,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.