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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.