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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
John Holt,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.