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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.