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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
June of 44,
The Associates,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.