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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.