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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.