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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.