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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Television,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.