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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.