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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Lyres,
The Move,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.