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 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.