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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
New Order,
Shoche,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.