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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.