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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Mark Hollis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.