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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.