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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.