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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
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,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Can,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.