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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Deakin to the funk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
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,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.