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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.