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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
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,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.