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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
10cc,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.