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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.