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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.