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 Azerbaijan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
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,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.