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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.