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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.