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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.