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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.