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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.