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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Sparks,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.