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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.