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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
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,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.