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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.