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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.