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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Index,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
X-101,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.