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 Bahrain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.