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 Montenegro 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.