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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.