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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 organ 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.