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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.