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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.