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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.