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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.