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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.