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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
PIL,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.