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 Nauru and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.