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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Germs to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
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,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Kayak,
X-102,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.