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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
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,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.