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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.