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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Pole,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.