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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Maurizio to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Section 25,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.