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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Ten City,
The Motions,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.