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 the UAE and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
AZ,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.