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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs 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?
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.