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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
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,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.