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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Excepter to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.