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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.