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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.