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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.