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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Neu!,
Television,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.