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 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Niagra,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.