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 Canada and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.