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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
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,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.