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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
The Motions,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Technova,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.