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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Ossler,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.