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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.