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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Toni Rubio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
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,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.