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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.