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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
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,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Monks,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
Index,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.