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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
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,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.