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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
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,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Sarah Menescal,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.