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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Can,
Black Moon,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.