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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.