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 Uganda and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.