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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.