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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.