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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.