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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Organ,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.