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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.