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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.