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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
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,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Scion,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.