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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.