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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Five Americans 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.