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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
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,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.