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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.