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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
the Association,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.