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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.