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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.