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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
UT,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.