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 Suriname 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.