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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.