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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.