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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
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,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Erasure,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.