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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
AZ,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.