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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Make Up,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
AZ,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.