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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.