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 Kazakhstan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.