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 Nauru 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.