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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.