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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.