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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.