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 Mali and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
UT,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.