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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.