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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.