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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
UT,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.