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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.