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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.