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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
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 Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.