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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the techno 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.