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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
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 Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.