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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Can,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.