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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.