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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.