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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.