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 Egypt and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.