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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.