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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Can,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.