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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.