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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.