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 Uzbekistan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.