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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Television,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.