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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.