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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.