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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Erasure,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.