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 Israel and from Portland.
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 Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.