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 Iceland and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.