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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.