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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.