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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.