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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.