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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.