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 Costa Rica 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.