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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.