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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
X-102,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.