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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Angry Samoans 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.