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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set 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,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Skriet,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.