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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.