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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.