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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.