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 Burkina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.