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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
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 Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
The Offenders,
Technova,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.