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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
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,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.