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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Gong,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
UT,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.