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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.