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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
MC5,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.