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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.