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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.