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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Human League,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.