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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
The Associates,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.