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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.