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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.