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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.