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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.