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 Paraguay 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.