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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.