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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
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 Red Krayola,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Q65,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Hoover,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.