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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.