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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
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,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.