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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.