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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.