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 Sri Lanka 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.