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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Hoover,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.