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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Hardrive,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.