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 Jordan 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Cluster to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
the Association,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.