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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
New Order,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.