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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nico 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.