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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.