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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.