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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.