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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.