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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Neu!,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
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.