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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.