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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kurtis Blow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
AZ,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.