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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.