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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
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,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.