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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.