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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin 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?
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Slave,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.