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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Scion,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.