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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.