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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.