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 Mexico and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Liliput,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.