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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
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,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.