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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
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,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.