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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Harmonia 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.